All of life is welcome, to me.
Bring your salt, bring your tears.
The softness, nay, the shears,
Because all of you is welcome
Here.
When there is doubt
Or fear
Or wanting more to hear
When there is laughing hard
Or choking down
Or letting it all run clear
I’ll be washing your hands
And watching my deep cells clear
And move like the fountain
That brought us here.
I love you more than nothing
I love you more than I can say
And when you doubt
Will you shout
I cannot hear you
When you cower, dear.
I want to love you loudly,
And I’m happy if you do too
Because loudly is an OK thing
And you, my love, are too.
Bring Your Shears (A Poem)
